“School Days”

I now remember a bittersweet time,
When some, witting, mediated knowledge
And others, unheeding, shone with glory.
Oh! that days like those would come again!
But memory grows fuzzy as it fades,
And what I dreamed I now know never was—
So oh! to live those fruitful years again
With hindsight’s vision of the shape of time.

I wrote this yesterday morning, after waking from a bittersweet dream of a time in my schooling that might have been but never was (I don’t remember that camaraderie until after the new high school was built, but the dream took place in the old building—and I wasn’t that tall then, either), and with the opening lines turning over in my head.

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